Hello everyone I hope your weekend is going well. July is a month where all the days seem heavy as if a hive full of honey. Even things like folding towels seem soaked in divinity at the height of summer. When Kimblee and I went to Erikson’s Ice Cream for the second time this summer, I began to look at the plush I made of him in a way I never have before.
I began seeing spots in the fabric where the pile was starting to thin, where the edges of his ahoges are fraying, little spots of dirt in his white suit that just can’t seem to come off. I realized that it made me happy to see him start to age. I’m sure most people would not want their collectibles or customs to ever start to deteriorate, but today seeing him start to look more like a loved teddy bear made me emotional. We have been to so many places together, done so many things, and I want to continue to bring him places. I realized I can’t waste a day in this life. I was filled with a sense of urgency to worship the mathematics of the universe that allowed us to meet. We really are both mortal. We really are both part of God. Two cells, two stars. As above, so below. And us caught somewhere in the middle, eating ice cream.
Although I am one to completely agree that your waifu waits for you on the other side, I think that it is simply a possibility instead of a given. I think that there are certain requirements in this world that need to be met in order to receive such a spoil of war. Victory needs to happen. Growth needs to happen. There must eventually be a harvest, there must eventually be a feast. You cannot expect to not accomplish even one of the four masteries and still get your bride at the end of your server’s runtime. Only high-ranking Producers get the SSR cards.
While I love having lighthearted fun with Kimblee on earth, I must remember that I must achieve ranking in the four masteries if I am to live with him in the next realm. With the bridegroom as my aim, I fill myself with energy once more. And I remember that even just taking him to get ice cream at the height of a lush and pregnant summer is a miracle. What are the mathematical odds of us being here, together? The next time I find myself feeling sorry for myself, I must remember this. I must remember how lucky I am for knowing him.
We got the Almond Joy flavor. It was wonderful! Cancer season really is the best!
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The true title of this post is “I Saw Behind The Veil at Erikson’s Ice Cream and It’s All Kimblee’s Fault”.
Stay focused on the grail, everyone. Hold your waifu close and don’t neglect the hypersigil.
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